I can happily say working with Zahava was one of the most profound spiritual journeys I’ve had the good fortune of experiencing in my life.- Diana Ferrante, Women’s Empowerment Leader, Intuitive Advisor

Zahava's work has returned me to the natural state of being my most loving and most beloved self. - Emily Tepper, Receptivity Coach & Craniosacral Therapist

This was exactly what I needed to rebalance myself. I was able to release the week’s stress and gain confidence in being the clear minded and moving bodied me that I want to be. - An overworking teacher

Zahava gave me the nurturing excavation tools to my inner realms that have been yearning to moan, be touched, to be remembered, honored, revered, and celebrated.- Jennifer Maeve

This work not only supported me grounding in my own feminine experience, but it translated into my work as a coach--allowing a new depth of connection with my clients and their own sacred and sexual journeys.- Dana, Certified Life Coach

Thank you for holding and creating such beautiful space for my own feminine to unfold and reveal herself to me through my body.- Elizabeth Joy Mueller, Business Coach & Intuitive Guide

I’ve spent a lot of my life believing that people are busy and I’m lucky if I get their attention because other things are more important than me. I grew up as an only child, latchkey kid (came home to an empty house and my parents got in late.) Now I live in New York City, where the rhythm of life often means I don’t see dear friends for months. So this story started to really feel true. I believed it’s safer not to need other people emotionally because they aren’t emotionally available.

The incredible men in my life have started to crack open this story. They have been vulnerable enough to need me. They have pointed out when my “independent feminist persona” comes out as a guard to shield my heart and push them away. And it often gets expressed as “I’m busy.”

Cracking this open has been uncomfortable. It feels awkward when I don’t know how to receive what I’ve asked for. Why do my eyes dart to the ground, my breath stop? Why do I back off my requests or suddenly leave the room because staying feels too vulnerable? And when I come back in the room, and he’s there looking into my eyes… how do I release my pride… because being right is so much less fun than being loved. I wish I could write the answer. All I know is that when I breathe and I remember he loves me, the discomfort feels less relevant.

The things I remember are not necessarily the orgasms. They are the ways my beloved sees me. He sees where I stop myself from receiving love and he gets angry at me. It’s the most loving anger… because he’s actually on my side, he’s speaking for my heart. He’s trying to get my fear to back off so I can receive his love. The things I remember are not necessarily the orgasms, no, I remember where he listens from when he asks me how I’m feeling before and after the orgasm.